Chapter 33: Mistaken

Twaine's Point of View :

"Mommy, I miss Daddy Kyle," my daughter said sadly. I approached her and hugged her. She has been like that for several months every time she comes home from school, every time she wakes up in the morning she has nothing else to say but her Dad.

I don't know either, but I haven't heard from Kyle either. It has been almost three months since he returned to the Philippines.

For the first few months he was still calling us, updating about what he's doing, but only after about a month he suddenly stopped contacting us.

I don't want to think that he forgot his promise to our daughter and to me, but it seems like that too. He told us that he'll going to comeback after a month but its been 3 months and yet he's not here.

"Ssshh, don't cry, Baby." I told my daughter who is now starting to cry. I don't know what else I can say to calm her down. I almost told her every possible reason why her Dad isn't yet coming back.

"Mommy, let's go back to the Philippines, pleas